𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚡 𝙾𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚊

Chapter Five - The Hospital

I woke up to an annoying ass beeping sound.

I open up my soft and delicate eyelashes and peer through them to see my fucking disgusting wife Michelle imitating my bpm monitor.

I flew to my feet in rage and body slammed her into the window beside my bed, making it shatter and her fall to the cold ground 50 feet above.

I huffed and laid back down on the white bed. I pressed the nurse call button and crossed my toned arms.

A nurse bursted in not a second later.

" You needed something Mr. Presi- OH MY GOD FIRST LAST MICHELLE OBAMA!!! "

She leaned out of the brocken ⛓💔 window and took a selfie with her corpse.

"My daughters love you for fucking up their school vending machines so now they can't get mnms there HAHA" and she fluffed my pillow before throwing my files at me and sky diving away.

I pick up the files. They said that I was in a coma for a week from a car accident. Trump pulled me by my phat ass to the local supermarket hospital and saved me.

I gasped and searched for my iPod. I need to speak to Quackity!!!!

I pick it up from my convenient nightstand and call him.

"Uhhh hallo my fellow human errr...?"

I heard sniffling until a sudden gasp of recognition.

" B-Bama? Where've you been I thought you died or got hit by a truck while having a picnic with an actor/President/boxer!!! "

I giggled nervously, "you're sort-of right ."

He didn't respond so I took it as an indicator to continue.

"I was struck by a moving vehicle when having a picnic with my friend Don- I mean Daisy Thompson "

He sobbed for ten minutes before he gasped out " you're always getting hurt! I feel like I could lose you at any second!!!! We need to meet now"

My body went cold and I felt like vomiting. So I did like a demonic spawn of Lucifer.

Afterwards I responded " errr you wouldn't uhhh like me mmmhh much haha..."

His voice dropped low before whispering " I could never think any differently of you, Bama..."